Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all.
Ornament is but the guiled shore to a most dangerous sea.
But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?
I will be free, even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.
You speak like a green girl / unsifted in such perilous circumstances.
Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.